"How many slaps to my master?" The disciple looked at Shifu and ye Tian foolishly. Ye Tian's face was very serious.

"not much, just three slaps. I'll say one sentence and you'll read it in a hurry." Ye Tian's eyebrows are raised. "So you should understand?"

he bargained with Ye Tian: "can we do another thing?" Slap the master three times. It's not to push yourself into the fire pit.

Ye Tian's eyes narrowed slightly and his eyes flashed: "so you did it?"

"no, no, I'll take your advice."

"it's just like a man. It's just three slaps. I didn't say thirty slaps are good. Look at me."

"good, good,...